do we make work about where and when we were raised … do we make work about the road that crackles with sirens or about Dad’s hydrangeas which came up again that summer violet clouds of bruises and pinker than the Hubba Bubba we were popping so loud,
Sweet, crazy conversations full of half sentences, daydreams and misunderstandings more thrilling than understanding could ever be.
exchanged that danger for the relative safety of brutal work
home is memory and companions and/or friends who share the memory.
The implication being that this is all there is.
love in its desperate state … poorly veiled by his business ventures.
Valerian took very good care of the greenhouse for it was a nice place to talk to his ghosts in peace while he transplanted, fed, air-layered, rooted, watered, dried and thinned his plants.
a prison spoon, sharp teeth, a rosary and chicken feet, a compass rose, magnetic blood TNT, equanimity, and a diamond file for a finger; jeweler’s glass, rubber suit, passport stamp kick in the ass, the right shoes, the North Star a shiv and an ampule of musk; sulfuric acid, wooden mask, litmus test, laughing gas, atom bomb doctor’s note, hammer of Thor, a metaphor, a stronger rope, a longer hope, a golden tongue le mot juste, safer roost, divining rod echolocation and a sleeve of magical staves.
But in order to exit, I first had to step over the body.